Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.